Round and round and round and round we go Why we can't be satisfied I don't know Some folks livin' in the country can't wait to get in their pickup trucks and go to town There's people livin' in a penthouse dying to get out in the sticks and ride around

These are the words we use to say goodbye These are the words you use to say goodbye See the sleet that rests upon The quiet street we're standing on Is it time to go away And try again some other day? 'Cause these are words we use to say goodbye Bones

I keep bad bitches all around me I got good drank, so my niggas and these bitches can't be straight They tryna down me But I don't give a fuck 'cause if my homies eatin', I'll always be straight They tryna clown me But I got blinders on and I see nothin'

Git Up Now! Lets get it cracking, Git, Its on and popping Its D12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there ain't no stopping We're gonna get it crackalatin What you waiting for the waiters orders Say no more for trying to play the wall and quit hating Notice

A man appeared before Wells Fargo Wells Fargo's stage driver man Wearing long white linen And a dust flour sack over his head They call him Black Bart P08 The highway bandit poetry man Leaving his poem, disappeared Like a ghost on his own, all on his own

There's nothing left to say, yeah 'Cause you don't wanna try And I don't want the pain There's nothing left to do, yeah I don't want the lies And you don't feel the same It's time to let you go And bow out of the game And maybe we will find

(Jesus Walks) God show me the way because the Devil's tryin' to break me down (Jesus Walks with me) And I don't think there is nothing I can do now to right my wrongs (Jesus walks for them) Yo, we at war We at war with terrorism, racism, but most of all

Drop it like it's hot Park it like it's hot Pop it like it's hot When the pimp's in the crib ma When the pigs try to get at you And if a nigga get a attitude I got the Rolly on my arm and I'm pouring Chandon And I roll the best weed cause I got it going

My kind of lady And nothin' under the sun of moon Can make us be apart We're making plans and holding hands just like before We'll try again, we'll make amends along the road It's fellin' good, just like it should, this time we know We'll share each

Oh, off across the room, she sits alone... Pretty as a picture, sadder than a sad song. Well, I'll do whatever it takes, try whatever works. I can't just sit here and watch her hurt. While she's so sad, while Mr Right did her wrong, I'll give her one